It's the water polo coach, "Yeah, but it's so much cheaper to travel with you all in one bag!" he laughs dropping the bag in front of you. A deflated hand flops out.
"Now wait, Coach, I didn't say I wouldn't join the team," you say stepping away from the man and the bag.
You hear a faint whining noise from the bag.
"You don't have a choice, any more than the rest of the team did. However, you do have a choice as to how much time you spend in the bag, and how much walking around. As long as the team wins, you stay inflated between trips, otherwise your non-classroom time is spent in the bag. It really helps players visualize winning."
"But what about this!" you say pointing at the your inaccessible bulge.
"Ah, well you see you're deflating now for travel. The suit fuses to you. When you're fully inflated, that's when you can take the suit off- er, well, sort of, but you'll find that out. Now hurry up and finish deflating. I've got a flight to catch in 2 hours, and need to have you boys checked into the luggage hold."
You notice a hissing noise coming from your belly button - or what used to be your belly button. It's a valve now, and it's open. You stumble as your ankles fold. It's like you're a rubber pool toy or sex doll. Your eyes widen. Your lids have retacted into your head. You cannot blink. You gasp as you collapse in a heap. The coach stomps on you to get the last air out. You're tossed unceremoniously into the duffel bag with the rest of the team. The coach closes the bag, and darkness ensues.